She squatted down, took some of the umbrella diagonally upward, and hit the man on the head, while too much rain fell on her body. Suddenly, it seemed that it was not raining anymore, and the man raised his pale face,
In the blur, I saw a woman's delicate but rain-stained face.
Xiang Qinglan's hand holding the information suddenly covered her lips, and a big tear fell down. Under the dim yellow street light, there was no color on the man's face, and his lips were already dry.
His face was cracked and thin, and you could see his protruding cheekbones and his empty eyes, which were filled with so many things. It was suffering, pain, fear, and confusion.
She stretched out her hand and put it on the man's forehead. Sure enough, he had a fever. If he was not taken care of, if he stayed here all night, he would definitely not survive.
Biting her lip, she stretched out her hand to help the man up. She could not leave him, because she saw her own shadow in her eyes. He was so confused and overwhelmed, just like a child who had lost everything.
They have lost everything, they have lost so much, why, even their lives have to be lost, she doesn't want him to die. You know how cold such rain can be.
The man just looked at her blankly, but he stood up instinctively and got close to the hot edge. It was warm and soft, and it would be very comfortable to lean against it. He was very cold, really cold.
Xiang Qinglan put the man's hand on her shoulder and realized that this man was really tall, about 1.8 meters tall, but he was not heavy. Her eyes were unbearable. He must be so thin.
I haven't had a good meal in a long time.
Whether he was a beggar, a fool, or a wanderer, she didn't want to think about it anymore.
The rain was still falling, and a car drove by quickly. Under the orange-yellow street lights, a woman holding an umbrella, holding on to the man on her shoulders with some difficulty, walked forward step by step. They could not be seen.
From their faces, it can be seen from their movements that both of their bodies are already soaked.
Xiang Qinggang supported the man with one hand and searched for the keys in the bag with the other. The rain outside was still falling non-stop, and you could even hear the sound of rain hitting the ground. There was a bang, like a broken heartstring, and then again
Once it dropped, a gust of wind blew over. Xiang Qinggang suddenly shuddered, and then she realized that her clothes were sticking tightly to her body and were already soaked. She couldn't help but look at the man next to her worriedly.
, his whole body had already been drenched by the rain.
She didn't know why she wanted to pick up this man. She was not the Virgin, and she didn't have that much kindness. It was just this man who really made her unable to leave him alone. A human life, regardless of high or low, how precious a life was.
The need was gone at a glance. She lowered her head and continued to look for the key, but a drop of transparent water fell on the back of her hand. What is life, how fragile it is, like a wave of waves in the sea. Sometimes, with just one glance, maybe it can be solved again.
She didn't see it anymore. Thinking of this, she blinked her eyes hard, and the water droplets on her hair fell on her eyes, and then slowly fell down the corners of her eyes.
She pursed her lips and tasted something salty.
It turns out that the rain has also changed its taste...
Opening the door, she helped the man next to her with difficulty and walked in. Compared with the outside, it was really warm here. Although the place where she lived was not big, there was not much furniture, and it was very simple, but it was always...
A place where you can take shelter from wind and rain.
Putting down the materials in her arms, she helped the man sit on it. This was the only chair he had here. She squatted down. The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face, which was whitened by the rain, was gone.
color.
Xiang Qinggang stretched out his hand and patted the man's cheek gently. The man opened his eyes in a hazy state, and his somewhat dilated pupils reflected Xiang Qinglan's worried face. She was also wet and very wet.
of embarrassment.
Xiang Qinggang opened her lips, but found that she still couldn't make a sound. She laughed at herself, she had become mute and could no longer speak. She helped the man stand up and took him to the bathroom, but
, in the end, I stood there, not knowing what to do. The other party was a man, and he was an unconscious man. He also had a high fever, but he couldn't change his clothes.
Gritting her teeth, she stood in front of the man and stretched out her hands to unbutton his clothes. He was only wearing a white shirt, but the collar and cuffs were very clean, unlike a beggar.
As the buttons of his clothes were unbuttoned, his body was exposed, which was cold from the rain. His forehead was very hot, but his body was very cold.
"Cold..." The man shrank, feeling so inexplicably cold that he could only moan intermittently.